[center][h3]Revenge is a dish best served cold[/h3][/center]

Jared couldn't help but appreciate the tavern's owner's rant at the small woman, even though he suppressed it doing openly and prefered utter silence about it. The only indication was a subtle smile whizzing over his face, accompanied by a rocking motion of his oversized body that could very well be a bit of chuckling.

That person definitely had deserved it! But what would come next ? He had the feeling that she wouldn't give up [i]that[/i] easily, despite the fact that her action had been uncovered by the numerous blatant errors she had made prior and during.

Jared gladly accepted the key to the room, burying it under his hand, subsequently pulling it across the table and ultimately letting it fall over it's edge and into his other palm. With the item secured in one of his [i]inside[/i] pockets - and the one situated situated the highest -, the man addressed Abigail again.

[color=#ff9900]"Hey... erm... can I have another mug of beer, please ? A big one. This has been a rather... disappointing... day so far."[/color] What a massive understatement! And he wasn't even British... He dug into his pockets, then presented Abigail with a number of coins he deemed sufficient for his requests, leaving the preicse calculation up to the tavern#s owner.